#he really didn't need to touch him and yet

[xlmibby]

trick or treating with zayne except it's just him eating you out.

it started in a silly way, really. you joked about him needing to relax and get out of his comfort zone more. the halloween being around the corner made it easy for you to come up with an idea - gathering sweets in ridiculous costumes he would never wear if not for the ocassion and your constant begging.

it was a bit of a shock, still; that after countless puppy eye looks you sent in zayne's direction and quiet seemingly mindless hums that were actually a subtle hint of you begging for his attention - his resolve became weaker and he finally agreed. well, perhaps you should have expected it. after all, zayne is soft for you no matter how hard he tries to hide it beneath the thick layers of icy indifference and his 'i'm just your doctor, it's my job to take care about you' attitude.

what you didn't expect, though, is that you wouldn't be able to go out of your house. not even out of your room; because right when you was about to step out of it, he pinned you against the wall and kissed you.

now his hand is trailing up your thigh as he devours you with so much intensity you think you might lose your mind any given minute now. the icy cold touch of his fingertips contrasts with how hot the air around you feels. hunger simmers in your stomach, desire runs through your veins like a sweet mind numbing poison.

when you catch a glimpse of zayne's gaze, you find the same desire reflected in his eyes.

a cold shiver runs down your spine.

you don't try to stop him when his lips slide over the column of your throat and then, down your body. you're not even sure if you could stop zayne, anyway. he's so determined to have you, to take you however he wants - and even if you tried to refuse to admit it, deep inside you know he will achieve all his goals.

he's stronger than you, bigger; and something about it makes you unable to resist him. not when zayne is so close to where you want him yet still too far away to your liking. not when every kiss against your inner thigh and wach feather-light brush of his fingers against your sensitive core feels so, so good.

your plan was to trick zayne and yet, now it feels like you are the one who's been tricked.

the tip of his nose brushes against your sensitive clit as he presses his tongue against you. your body spasms, your thighs instinctively pressing against his head. another gentle brush of his lips has you gasping for air; but even in this rush of sensations, all you can feel is him and that burning want - so odd, so sheer - for more...

now, who are you to complain about a little trick or treat?

[squinch-depraved]

ok. now we need the whole damn gang getting their virginity taken, ted but like he’s a little more experienced (knowledge wise) and understands the female body ⁉️

here you go my lovelies part 5 of the virgin college au (new dividers how do we like them)

so.

ted knocks on your door, only a little bit nervous

and you answer it, immediately rolling your eyes and letting him in just like you did with his friends

"let me fucking guess," you start, already knowing what he's here for

"i can do better than them," he cuts you off

"i've done research, i've talked to my friends that are girls, i know i could make you feel better than they did for my first time."

his refusal to beat around the bush takes you by surprise, and you wince as you look around to see if your roommate heard him

"a-alright, ted. follow me, just... shut up. my roommate hasn't left yet."

he nods, grinning, and trails behind you all the way down the hallway and into your room, setting his stuff down on the floor next to the doorway as you crawl onto your bed

jesus, schlatt wasn't wrong. there are so many stuffed animals, ted thinks to himself as he stands there awkwardly, awaiting your instructions

"he talked about my fucking plushies, didn't he," you chuckle, noticing his expression as he tried to count how many there were

"to be fair, he said it was really cute. and he wasn't wrong," ted replies smoothly, walking to sit on the edge of the mattress

"does he know about charlie?" you ask quietly, unable to look him in the eyes

"the text you sent him. he read it."

"fuck," you sigh, running one hand through your hair

"i hope it doesn't cause problems between you guys. schlatt and i have talked; we're not exclusive. i told him that. he can't be mad."

"i don't think he's mad at you," ted reassures you. "i think he's a little hurt that charlie went to you the first weekend he wasn't here, but he'll probably get over it pretty quickly. he's not the type to hold a grudge like that, especially against one of his best friends and the person who took his virginity."

you ponder his words, shaking your head to clear yourself of the knowledge and focus on the task at hand after a few moments

"what exactly makes you think you could fuck me better?" you ask, reclining onto the pile of stuffed animals and stretching your legs out in front of you

ted stammers for only a second, then swiftly responds with, "for starters, i've heard quite a bit about you from schlatt and charlie. kinda goin' into this with a head start, don't you think?"

"'head start' as in you'll finish first? no thanks," you banter

but ted's quick to quip back

"i don't plan on finishing first. but even if i do, i'll go until i make you cum. i'll use my mouth, fingers, whatever you want. hell, i'll keep going with my cock if that's what you need. probably get super overstimulated but i want to make you feel good. i need to do better than them."

you open and close your mouth a few times, trying to find the right response

"y-you're really competitive, huh?"

he laughs quietly and shakes his head

"i just think someone like you deserves to be treated well. more so than those two can do for you."

"you know, you're really lucky you're attractive? because if you weren't, this whole confident, never-been-touched-before-but-i-know-what-i'm-doing schtick would be incredibly annoying."

ted grins, a goofy smile that warms your heart slightly, and jokes, "it'll get annoying fast. just wait."

with a snort, you motion for him to crawl on top of you, and he does, staring down at you with his gorgeous hazel eyes for a few seconds before leaning in to press a kiss to your lips

"mmmfhhh," you moan against him as he gently bites down onto your bottom lip

ted smirks into the kiss and uses one hand to cup your face as he slides his tongue into your mouth, other hand reaching under your shirt to feel for your chest

once he takes your nipple between his fingers, you gasp and arch your back slightly, desperate for more contact

frustratedly, you withdraw from the kiss, a string of saliva leaving you connected

he watches with a hungry smile as you peel your top off, taking the strings of your sweatpants in one hand and tugging on them gently

"greedy!!" you tease him

but you indulge him, slipping out of the pants and tossing them off the side of the bed

his breath hitches in his throat at the sight of you nearly bare in front of him, clad in only a skimpy pair of panties that he so desperately wants to rip off with his teeth

"thought you said you know what you're doing," you snicker, amused by his vacant expression

your joke snaps him out of it, and he pulls his shirt over his head with one arm, reaching behind him to grab the fabric from the nape of his neck and paying no mind as it falls to the floor

"f-fuck," you stutter

he's thrown you off a bit with how smooth the motion is, not to even mention how good he looks just wearing jeans

ted notices your hesitation and grins, spreading your legs open and crawling in between them

"they weren't this forward, were they?"

you let out a shaky breath as he plants a sloppy kiss to your neck

"no," you sigh. "they weren't."

"mm. bet you had to tell them what to do."

"yeah, i did. schlatt was okay, he got the hang of it, but charlie was- agh! fuck!" you hiss when he takes your flesh between his teeth and bites down, sucking a dark mark into it

"ted!!"

"what?" he purrs, pulling away to look at you

usually you were the one that left the bruises

now, whenever you saw schlatt, you'd have even more explaining to do

when he realizes you're unable to come up with anything to say, he smirks down at you and moves to kiss your chest

"you were telling me about charlie?" he asks before taking one nipple in his mouth and swirling his tongue around it

"yeah. um, fuck. uhh, he was... he was good," you stammer, rolling your eyes back into your head slightly

"he didn't give a lot of details. i'm guessing he's more of a gentleman than schlatt?"

your face heats up even more at his words uttered against your warm skin

"you could say that." you decide to not say anything else in case charlie was embarrassed

"fuck, you're so hot," he groans as he presses his face between your breasts and brings them to sandwich his head

a laugh escapes you, the melodic sound filling the air and causing ted to raise his head to look at you

"this isn't sexy, is it?"

you giggle again and smooth down a wild tuft of his hair

"not in the usual way, but your awkward eagerness to please is kind of turning me on."

he grins again and sits up, unbuttoning his jeans and sliding them off

you try not to, but you can't help but stare at his clothed bulge

he looks so sexy in his boxers, a small happy trail now complimenting his chest hair

"what?" he asks, smile faltering for just a moment when you can't do anything but admire him

"n-nothing. i just-"

"doesn't matter," he cuts you off by clambering on top of you again, leaning in to make out with you passionately

a surprised, yet aroused moan slips from your lips, and he uses one hand to tug off your panties in a seamless motion that you swear he has to have practiced before

"so wet for me already, damn."

you can hear the smile in his voice as he leans back and spreads your folds open with two fingers

"gonna taste you now."

"mhm," you answer absent-mindedly, too focused on the way his cock twitches through his boxers

ted stares up at you once he positions himself right in front of your cunt, giving you a look of pure desire

gingerly, he scoots closer and presses a wet kiss to your clit, eyes flicking between your dazed expression and your soaked pussy to make sure he's doing it right

eventually he starts dipping his tongue into your hole, savoring the taste and mirroring you by groaning softly into you

you're whining and moaning and bucking your hips in pure bliss, because, for once, you don't have to teach this fool how to make you feel good

he's incredible; better than schlatt was at first

"ted!! fuck, fuck me, oh my god," you babble, bringing your legs to wrap around his head

"mm, not yet. enjoying how sweet you are on my tongue," he coos into your dripping core

with an agonized wail, you tangle your fingers in his hair and pull him even closer against your cunt

"this isn't fair," you whine, yet you smile dreamily as you say it

"i think it is. you put up with so many guys that don't know what they're doing, and finally one comes along who did the research to know how to make you feel good, and you just wanna rush things. it's sad."

"research won't mean shit if i get you worked up enough," you chuckle breathlessly

"maybe. we'll have to see," he muses, shoving his face back between your thighs

the unexpectedness of the whole situation makes it surprisingly easy for you to cum

ted picks up on your signals, speeding up when you start arching your back, curling his fingers inside you when you begin to scream his name

a mess is made all over his face, along with your bedsheets, when you release; stars fleck your vision and pulse in time with your heartbeat, which you can hear clear as day in your ears

"see? now i can fuck you," he pants, immense pride obvious in his tone

"shut the fuck up and take those off," you growl, reaching to tug at the hem of his boxers

he laughs and obliges, pumping himself in one hand and absorbing the look of hunger in your eyes

"fuck, ted," you whisper, excited to take his length, but unsure of how much it would hurt

"oh! hold on," he exclaims, rising from the bed and going to dig into his bag by the door

it takes him a second, and you impatiently blow some hair out of your face as you wait, but he returns with a condom

just tears it open with his teeth and slides it on, with relative ease, considering he's never used one before

once he's wrapped, he slides between your legs again, kissing you one more time before pressing his tip to your entrance

"you ready?"

he sounds so loving, so patient

so it's a shock when you mumble a, "yes," and he pushes into you forcefully, not enough to hurt, but enough to make you gasp and wince

"what's wrong??" he asks, taking one of your hands in his and bringing it to his lips to kiss

"nothing. big. hurts a bit. just go," you spit out rapidly

ted grins and proceeds to start pumping in and out of you, head falling forward as he processes the pleasure he's receiving as your walls envelop him

"fuck, baby!" he grunts once he establishes a brutal pace

"this good?"

"you like how i'm fuckin' you?"

unable to speak, you nod and dig your nails into his back, clawing him up and down

"not bad for my first time, right?" he chuckles

"you- fuck! have got the ego of a god," you gasp, locking your legs around him

"good thing i fuck like one, then, hmm?"

you let out a strangled growl, a bit mad that he actually is as good as he said he'd be, and dig your nails deeper into his back

"you're so fucking annoying," you manage to choke out

"hah! see, told you it'd get annoying fast," he laughs

"god, fuck, ted, i don't- i'm gonna cum again- i'm- fuck..." you ramble, squeezing your legs tighter and tighter around him

"you keep- ngh, clenching like that around me and i'm gonna cum too," he groans, more breathless than before

"fuuuck, teddy!!!" you wail, your whole body shuddering for a moment before going limp

ted just grunts and slams into you a bit harder a few more times, burying himself in you and collapsing onto you, chest heaving

"get off me, you loser," you tease in mock disgust, secretly enjoying the scent of his sweat as it drips down onto you

he rolls to the other side of the bed, smiling, and stares up at the ceiling as he tries to catch his breath

you joke with each other for a few minutes before your phone starts ringing

a glance at the screen reveals it's schlatt calling

ted starts getting dressed as soon as he sees who it is

and good thing too, because as soon as you answer, schlatt's voice rings through the phone, audible to both of you even though he's not on speaker

"i'm on my way over right now. we need to fucking talk."

that's all he says before he hangs up

the terrified expression on your face is enough for ted to toss his bag over his shoulder and rest one hand on your bedroom dorknob

"i should probably leave, huh?"

"yeah."

"...cool. we should do this again, though, right?"

a small smile spreads across your face

"...yeah."

[rikkiz]

Can you write a step-cest or, like the reader, is friends with his sister, and they hook up behind her back or smth only if you would like to 💐💐

Dirty Little Secret - Nishimura Riki

To say you had a crush on Riki would be an understatement. Embarrassingly enough, you were completely infatuated with him. You didn't know what it was. He was just so appealing to you. What was probably the biggest appeal was its forbiddenness. He was your best friend's brother for god's sake.

At first, you thought he had no interest in you. But the interactions, whether small or not, had you thinking otherwise lately. The looks exchanged between you both, how he'd brush against you as he walked past "by accident", and stuff like that. It all had you wondering if you had a chance.

One day, you decided to go to your best friend's house to see if she was there as you wanted to hang out. You also figured that even if she wasn't, it'd be worth it to go just to see her brother who'd likely be home.

You arrived at the front door and rang the doorbell before waiting for someone to open the door. You stood there for a moment before the door opened and you were met with Riki standing in front of you, towering over you as he looked down.

"Uh, is your sister home?" You shyly asked as you looked up at him, your cheeks flushing.

It was so obvious to him that you had some type of feelings for him. You hadn't exactly done a good job at hiding it. He noticed your blushes, the way you'd freeze up when he'd "accidentally" touch you, the way you stammered when you both spoke. He wasn't stupid.

"No, she had work. She didn't tell you?" Riki asked.

"Well... no. This wasn't really planned. I just wanted to stop by." You explained as you looked down at your feet. "I'll get going." You tell him as you glance up back at him and go to leave.

"You don't have to leave. You came all this way after all." Riki said and you found yourself freezing. "Come in." He said.

You found yourself stammering, "It's fine. Really. I should go."

"Y/n. You're my sister's best friend. I see you all the time yet we never hang out. Let's hang out." Riki insisted.

"I- um, okay." You finally agreed.

Riki smirked a little, "Come inside." He said as he slightly stepped out of the way, barely though, forcing you to brush against him as you stepped inside, sliding your shoes off by the door.

He leads you to the kitchen, "Want something to eat?" He asked as you walked into the kitchen with him.

"I'm okay. Thanks." You say.

"You sure?" Riki asked and you simply nodded in response.

He didn't say anything more as went to get himself a snack. He grabbed something to heat up in the microwave and put it inside before pressing some buttons and leaning against the counter as he waited for the food to finish heating up.

"I always see you but you never talk to me. Don't like me or something?" Riki teased a bit, knowing that wasn't true but he wanted to point out your distance from him.

"No, that's not true." You say a little too quick. "I- I just don't know what to talk about with you..." You tell him as you look down again.

Riki decides to be a little bold, well, not a little, a lot. "How about we talk about the way you're always blushing when you're around me. Like, right now." He points out and as soon as you process his words, your tensing up and your heart's beating out of your chest.

"W- what?" You stuttered.

"You think I'm stupid or something?" He asked.

"No..." You responded as you looked into his eyes, noticing how he slowly stepped closer to you.

"Really? Then why are you so shocked I knew you liked me when you make it so damn obvious." He said.

You don't know what to say. You're at a complete loss of words. Were you supposed to defend yourself and deny the accusations? Was there even any point? You couldn't even tell if he hated the thought of you liking him.

You didn't need to think much though because you got your answer when Riki leaned down and kissed you. That kiss wasn't exactly gentle either. He was rough as his hands went your hips, pulling you closer as he bent down and kissed you passionately.

You moaned out in surprise as your hands went to his chest and you held onto his shirt, reciprocating the kiss. The fact that this was wrong was nowhere in your mind right now. All you could think was "Riki, Riki, Riki, Riki."

Riki didn't break the kiss as he lifted you up on the counter, his hands now resting on your ass he pressed himself against your clothed core, your legs wrapped around his hips as he mindlessly ground against you.

The food in the microwave was completely forgotten as you both kissed feverishly, his hips now slightly thrusting against you so that you were practically humping at this point.

Your moans against his mouth combined with both the friction and the fact that you were right here for him was enough to make him as hard as a rock. You were soaking wet, leaking through your panties at this point. It was obvious the two of you just wanted each other- wanted each other really bad.

His hands moved to the waistline of your pants as he pulled away from the kiss. "Can I?" He asked and you nodded. He lifted you up a little as he pulled your pants down, now leaving you just in your underwear down there.

"God, wanted you for so long." He groaned out as he looked down at how your underwear stuck to your core.

Riki then pulled your undies off, leaving you completely bare. He stared at your leaking cunt. You shuttered at his gaze before your hands went to his waistband, tugging at it a little.

"Want me?" He asked and you nodded. As if it wasn't obvious enough.

He just chuckled before pulling his pants and boxers down, his hard cock springing out, hitting his stomach. Your breath hitched at the sight.

"I'll pull out, 'kay?" He said and you probably shouldn't have trusted that so easily but you did, nodding eagerly, just wanting him to fuck you already.

He held his shaft before guiding his tip so that it was rubbing against your folds before sliding just the tip into your leaking core, causing you to whine out as you held onto his biceps. He groaned out before slowly sliding in more, letting you adjust before eventually bottoming out.

"Fuck." He cursed as he felt the way you squeezed him so good.

He then slowly started to move his hips so that he was thrusting in and out of you, his pace growing quicker and more rough as you grew more comfortable.

You were whining, moaning, and crying out for him. You held onto him for support as he held you by your hips against him.

"Fuck- fuck-." You whined out as he hit a particular spot.

"Feel good?" He huffed out, continuing to hit that same spot, seeing the effect it had on you.

"Ah, yeah." You moaned out.

"Good." He groaned out as he continued to hit that spot.

As he hit that spot, it didn't take long for you to feel something that had you knowing you were going to cum soon.

"I- I'm close." You moaned out.

"Me too. Me too." Riki said as he held you closer, hitting deeper, if that was even possible.

You were nearly crying at this point as he fucked you. Without any warning, you cumming. He fucked you through it before he was pulling out, jerking his hand a few times, and cumming on your thigh.

After the both of you came down from your highs, he lifted you up, gently taking you off the counter. "I'll take you to my room. Clean you up. Okay?" He said.

"Okay." You nodded, feeling dazed.

You couldn't believe what just happened. You wondered what this now meant. Would you just pretend this never happened? Would you continue to simply fuck in secret? Would this turn into more than something just sexual? You would just have to wait and see.

[onim5]

Invicible Pain

Portgas D. Ace x reader

Warnings: Emotional pain. Swear word.

I believe this is fluff and a little angst.

Gender is never mentioned.

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"If Gold Roger had a kid, we kill him."

"It be a demon child, we would have the marines execute him, immediately."

"Ha! The Marines made sure no such brat existed."

"The last thing we need is another monster."

"Such a brat doesn't deserve to live."

Boink!

"Aw, frick. What was that for?!" Ace asks, frustrated, looking at you and the book you hit him with.

Boink!

"Hey, stop that!" Ace demands. Holding up his hands so he be ready to defend himself.

"No, not until you stop being stupid." You growl, trying to hit him again with the book.

"The hell did I do now?" Ace whines. He hadn't stolen your food. . . . . yet, and when he does, you don't get this mad. Did he perhaps forget something important?

Boink!

"Oh, come on! At least tell me." Ace hiss.

"You know what you're doing!" You yelled. . . . . Ace looked at you in shock. This was the first time you were actually mad at him, and you yelled. . . . Ace felt how he tensed up. He must have messed up badly, but with what?!

"Y/n, I am really sorry for what I did, and I promise to never do it again."

Boink!

Ace's stomach felt like a heavy bag filled with stones. Whatever he did, he deserves this. He deserves death. . . .

"Now you're doing it again!" You yell, hugging him instead.

"Stop, . . . . Just stop with the self-hatred." You plea, hugging him tight. Ace felt blank. . . . . He didn't move. He couldn't.

"Ace? . . ." You call out as your eyes tried to make contact with his. All you found, though, was an empty space. His gaze was somewhere else internally. He looked hollow, but you knew he was full. Full of emotions others had given and created to him. Emotions he himself had stabilized brick by brick.

Ace eyes finally reached yours, his arms hesitatantly started hugging you back. But he didn't say anything. It was the first time someone had said it out to him. That someone had pointed it out. . . . . He wants to deny it, but he can't.

"How did you know?" Ace whispers, his voice barely adiuoable. You could feel his nails dig into you in a desperate way. He was longing for support but never showed or told anyone he needed it.

"I, I can tell. You get that dark gaze on your expression. Ace, I can feel your invisible pain. It's in your aura." You answer, hugging him more gently, more lovingly.

"I'm see-through? Like glass?" He stutters, a feeling of pathetic and failure dawning on him.

"No, you're not. Your really fucking hard to see through. You're solid with hundreds of walls. But, there's small cracks . . . . And, and I know that there's a door. Please, Ace, let me in."

And that's what he did. In his room, on his bed, he laid a little spoon in your lap. Your fingers caressing his hair with so much care and love? Listening to his story. You never gave him a reaction, just patiently sat and patted him. And so, he accidentally told you everything. About who he was and what he have become.

"I'm a monster." He murrmur, his voice broken and bitter. You didn't say anything, but your hands went to his cheeks and rubbed them gently. Ace can't stop the overwhelming feelings inside. He couldn't stop the quiet tears of pain that covered your loving hands. He couldn't stop . . . . . Finally, he tried to break out of your touch, but both you and a huge part of him stopped it.

"Why, why are you doing this? Why aren't you judging me? I'm a crying man. It's pathetic." He scoffs, once more trying to break out of your touch and love.

"Because your words have been mostly lies. Either your own or someone else's. You're a man, but also a human. you're allowed to cry. It is simply natural." You state, trapping his body in a hug.

"What do you mean?" He asks, his large hand grabbing yours.

"People's feelings have created lies, lies that have reached your ears. Their fear for Roger, a man most actually never met. Has created lies and opinions about you. And you have slowly started agreeing and building up these lies within you. It's time for you to start taking down that huge wall. I don't care if it has to be done brick by brick. Do you know why?" Ace shakes his head, his eyes looking at you.

"Because I love you."

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This was inspired by @captainportgasdace. Thank you. - onim5

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[lazyneonrabbitt]

Cream

Adar x Reader | SMUT🔞

Adar's pregnant lover aches, and Adar offers relief and gets himself a treat while doing so.

A cup of fluffy, steaming hot milky goodness for anon~

Grumbling you paced through the rugged wartent you called home. Your entire body hurt when you didn't spend your time sleeping. But sleep wouldn't come when not a single position you laid in pullee at yoir muscles without Adar offering the needed support. The rolls of fur were just not doing the trick.

"My moon, what is keeping you up this late?" Adar had walked in on you waddling around the house, a hand on your large belly and one at the small of your back. "Come, to bed with you." He tossed his gauntlet aside and stepped behind you, his back leaning against the remains of a brick wall with you pulled against him. His hands found the underside of your belly and lifted ir just the smallest bit, instantly relieving tension on your body and earning a satisfied sigh from you.

Adar's lips were at your ear, pressing soft kisses to the shell. "I know you feel discomfort, it will be over soon."

He loved you. All of you. He looked at you like you hung the stars in the sky, and now the full moon as well.

Adar let you rest against him for a little while longer before taking you to bed. Way too soft for him nowadays but it brought you comfort, and with that thought he managed to get the small amount he needed and even a little more some nights, tangled in each others' limbs.

Adar rid himself of armor and cloth, leaving him in just trousers as he laid down beside you. Yet still with each movement you groaned in discomfort, wanting to curl up away from him, even with Adar's everlasting patience when it came to discussing more intimate topics.

The truth was, Adar loved you so much he spent days preparing foods for you, seeing which ones you could keep down. He washed you from head to toe, cleaned the vomit off your garment and out of your hair during your early months.

He didn't need to speak words aloud, his eyes spoke for him.

"My chest is sore.." You mumbled under your breath, not daring to look at him where je laid beside you, propped up on his elbow as his free hand found hip. "I tried massaging like you do when I ache but it hurts. And leaks.."

You saw Adar perk up at your last words, a soft smile on his lips as his hand moved to undo the string that held your dress together to take a closer look. Not that he needed a reason to undress you, ever. You'd let him.

With the neckline widened enough he pushed the dress off your shoulders, gently helping your arms out of the fabric and let it hang loose under your chest.

With careful touches he held your breast, his thumb rubbing around it to inspect. Apologies sounded as you whined in discomfort, and with each soft press Adar watched white fluid run down his fingers.

"There is nothing wrong with you." Adar spoke in a voice calm and comforting, his dull blue eyes looking up at you and pressing a kiss to the top of your breast.

"Your body is overproducing. Do you wish for my help to lessen the pain?" Without really thinking of it he licked his fingers clean and watched you nod, asking for his help.

With a nod of his own in return he lowered his head to your chest, mouth open and tongue out to lap at your nipple. A soft gasp of surprise sounded from you, but that didn't stop him from moving on to wrap his lips around it and suck.

It felt strange, the gentle tug each time he sucked and drank from you. Every fiber in your body said it was wrong, to let him do this, but it felt good.

It felt good and you felt loved. His actions might have been considered taboo among your kind, but the uruk were different. And oh, how Adar's tongue flicked over your pebbled nipple inbetween sucking on it so delicately was making you feel good.

Maybe even almost as good as he was, feeling his hard cock press against your thigh. One hand found his hair as the other drew patterns over his back. Soft sighs and moans sounded through the air, with your fingers tangled at Adar's roots tugging as his fingers found your wet folds and slicked his fingerpads and tease your clit.

"Hah-- ohh Adarr." You mewled as he let go of your nipple with a wet pop. "P.. please, don't stop.. Feels so good.."

"Oh, I am nowhere near done, my moon. Relax and let me care for you." Adar's attention moved to your other breast, where he repeated the motion of flicking his tongue before starting to suckle. This time being less careful and moaning as he tasted you. "Oh my love, I fear once our child is born I will be jealous they get to do this every day.." His hips rolled against your thigh, rutting to create some desperately needed friction. The way you whined and mewled as he rubbed circles on your clit and the taste of your milk on his tongue was almost overwhelming. He was now riding your thigh in the proces of easing your discomfort with his mouth and fingers.

"You may have a taste, whenever you wish.." You moaned when his fingers spread more of your slick all over your sensitive bud, bucking your hips up against his hand and tugging hard at his hair. Your walls clenched around nothing at a harsh press of Adar's fingers. You were close, and so was Adar going off the sounds he made.

"You make me feel s.. so good, love." You stuttered through your sentence as you crept closer to your climax, finding Adar's ear tip to rub between your fingers.

With a couple more ruts, rubs, sucks and sighs Adar pulled his mouth off your breast and moved to press his lips flush against yours just as his fingers pulled an orgasm from you. The sensation of your own milk flowing into your mouth through Adar's lips only amplified your high, sending pure bliss through your entire body. You barely came down when Adar's hips stilled against your thigh with a groan, entirely satisfied and ready to pass out.

Panting, Adar looked up at you. "Has the ache faded?" His eyes followed your head lolling back onto the plush of the bed with a smile. "Yes, Adar. It has, thank you."

A satisfied hum left him then, arms snaking around your frame as he settled, careful to give you enough space to get comfortable and wrap himself around you for support.

"Good night, my moon."

[brrdhouse]

i had to take a while before even STARTING to type this response because i was jittering too hard in excitement, real footage of me attached vvv

... this is me the next morning realizing nothing i wrote saved correctly. anywho.

first of all, please talk more about your au. i love god aus, i need to know as much lore as you're willing to tell me.

i also understand moving from more popular to problematic/ obscure faves. stan and mabel are and will also be close to my heart, but when i'm really thinking about it? pacifica, gideon, and weirdly the two surviving clones from double dipper are the ones i love the most.

i feel a little dumb overanalyzing it all, but i don't think people nowadays talk about how tragic the characters of pacifica and gideon really are. pacifica was trained on a bell, for gods sake, that's horrifying! she was conditioned to be the perfect obedient yet unsympathic child the northwests could have. gideon was a child star being corrupted by dark magic, which is already horrible without my early grave headcanon. not to mention the possibility that bud was using the memory gun on his own son. (when i get you bud gleeful... better watch out)

i think they'd bond on the idea of the ever-praised (thank you so much, i'm so happy that line landed as well as it did) "outcast yet above it all" because they understand each other in a way no one else in the group could. yeah, pacifica was close with other zodiac members, and yeah, they all had moments they weren't proud of, but none of them understood how good those moments had felt for her. it felt good to command a crowd. to be the center of attention. to ridicule others because you were just.. above them.

but gideon did. and he didn't scold her when she made a mean comment, or call her selfish when she'd split something and give him the smaller portion, because they both knew he could slip up and do the same. no matter how much they both tried to be good people, they were raised to be terrible people and that wasn't something that could just go away.

she had spent the last few years carving a crack in her metaphorical walls for him to slip through, and his death made her want to tear the whole thing down and start anew. but then there was wendy hugging her as the ambulance arrived, and dipper holding her hand at the funeral, and mcgucket checking in on her with whatever he could do to get her spirits up, and it all left her more willing to be vulnerable to the others. they could never fully understand why she did the things she did, not like he had, but they could try and that was enough sometimes.

touching on robbie before i talk about them all as a whole, i think his anger does finally start to simmer instead of constantly boiling over. he'll never not be angry, he'd have to mad-scientist gideon back alive and knock some sense into his parents to stop, but it didn't have to consume him.

that first year after the funeral, his friends didn't know what to do with him. he was an asshole, true and honest, moreso than he was as a kid, and it sucked. he didn't like the fact that he was self-isolating, but the hot rage that filled him everytime he saw something weird or dangerous or really anything related to his hometown was blinding and indiscriminatory on who it landed on.

he thinks that coffee meet with mabel saved him. they talked, and she was amicable in the face of his irritation, but he could feel how she skirted over the same topics he should. no weirdness. no grieving, other than her own. she mentions once, how upsetting it was to be at that funeral, openly weeping, when some people couldn't manage a single tear. but when she starts gripping the paper cup tight enough for it to strain, she takes a breath, looks out the window, and blinks away the tears of frustration.

he asks how she handles it, and she says, "i don't. not really. i just stopped trying to tell other people how they should grieve, even if i think they're being insensitive douchebags," ending it with a strained giggle.

and so he starts letting that anger transform, melting into cool numbness that's easier to work with. when the depression gets bad enough that he starts calling out of work, nate starts bringing over food, and wendy makes her little brothers—although they aren't so little anymore—go over there to clean the dark corner of the world that robbie had settled in after the anger faded. tambry and lee force him to hang out with them again, and eventually he starts liking it.

even after he gets back on his feet, he's still angry. but it doesn't burn as bright, or as hot. it sparks when he talks to his parents, but he lets it wash over him, talks to mabel about it days later and wonder how the annoying twelve-year-old he used to scoff at had become so dear to him. he starts talking to the rest of them more, finds a similar—but not the same, never the same—bond in the northwest girl, and starts living his life again.

i'm really happy that you liked the robbie section in my other response!! it's definitely the one i was proudest of when writing it, so knowing that it's appreciated just makes me so giddy

and yes!! i love the idea that while gideon's death isn't a good thing by any means, it does bring the rest of them together. they're trying to fill the void that the loss left, and they can never get him back but they can find him in each other. evil thoughts about other characters' deaths and the reactions, but stan is the next to go and that actually brings some of them further apart, in my evil heart i mostly mean that about dipper and mabel, and how that divides the group, but all of them are impacted in some way. it doesn't take another death to bring them together again, that's just cruel, but i like the idea of the group losing their favorite conmen impacting them in different ways.

the idea of the zodiac as a family, as a whole, is one of my favorites. like yes, they've gone through unspeakable horrors, most of them aren't codependent but they still need each other, and eventually begin to function as a family unit no matter how much they try to deny it. specifically about the other members of the antagonist trio, they saw gideon as an annoying little brother, and look towards the people they've begun to see as siblings and parents—in the stead of being only children with bad relationships with their parents—for comfort and guidance. it's all very dear to me.

and augh, just really quick before i send this off, deity!robbie being there to get the rest of them... them not being his, but still caring for them and wanting to fight for them to be together, even in the cold expanse of the void. hearing gideon's laughter and incoherent whispers and knowing that this one's his favorite, but it still needs its family... tearing my heart out, clawing my skin off, etc. etc.

this took a minute longer than i wanted it to because tumblr hates me and i'm trying to redownload my skyrim set-up at the same time (i'm a multi-tasking king, i say, floundering at my desk), but it's here! i'm happy with it! i checked all the points on my bullet list that i wanted to! amazing!

teen gideon headcanons because i love him :] i am constantly thinking about him and how he's the only zodiac member (and honestly, only main-ish character because of the book of bill and the website) that doesn't get a sympathetic moment, other than POSSIBLY the finale but that barely counts

i think he deserves to have a SORT OF redemption, at least internally, because he took dipper's advice in weirdmageddon to heart. even if he gets over his crush on mabel (which i think he does. mom said its my canon now) theres still the truth of "people wont wanna be around you if youre a selfish prick"

anyways he makes me emotional so i'm giving him attention

im scared tumblr will kill the quality on my tiny handwriting so transcription under the cut:

after turning like 15, he just starts traveling, gets out of oregon and hits the ground running

uses my headcanon (?) that the amulet takes years from you, and gideon probably won't live past his 20s

he finds this out, has a total mid-life (literally) crisis at 14-15 and decides to do anything "normal" he can do because he doesn't have long to do it

ofc he still has anger issues and obsesses over people and everything else, but he's a lot better at managing it [than] when he was a kid

he doesn't care if he dies with people still hating him, but he wants it to be known that he tried

[c2-eh]

Charles and Carlos on Tori's Instagram // 20 October 2024, Austin

[egophiliac]

LEON

LEON YOUR EYEBALLS

[kyouka-supremacy]

Well.

[corfisers]

i really need to finish this one day

[sysig]

Special Counseling (Patreon)

[maliro-t]

as a bona fide vaxleth lover i am more confused than ever about how they are portrayed on the animated series i'm not gonna lie 😭

[solomon-tozer]

.

[bi-writes]

just his girl being so attracted to simon and him not understanding it. (18+)

i mean like...he's never had a girlfriend like this. he's never even had a girlfriend, period, not really, not anyone he's seen more than once, not one that he's known long enough to remember her name.

he just doesn't get it. whenever he comes into your vicinity, he can see the sparkle in your eyes. the smile that graces your face, the way your expression lights up, the way your body moves on its own just to get closer to him.

he wonders if he lets you because of the sick satisfaction he feels. to be the center of your attention, it makes him feel so fucking special, so important. another man can look at you the same way, but he knows your cunt will be dry. but when he looks at you that way, he can see the way your legs squeeze together, and he loves knowing that if he flipped up the hem of your skirt, you'd be so sticky and practically drooling there, all for him.

he doesn't think himself very attractive. he's had his fair share of one night stands, but the way you keen for him makes him so hungry. he loves hearing you whine when he grabs your ass, loves feeling you drip onto his fingers when he kisses you after a long day, loves the way that nothing else will ever make you smile the way he can when he touches your face.

"i love you so much," you whisper, and he has to look away or else he'll groan.

"i missed you," you whimper after he's been away for a long time, and he has to bite back the tremble in his lip because fuck, he missed you, too.

"you're so big, baby," you whine, and he can't help the way he chubs up immediately as you feel up his thick biceps, along his pecs, over the warm layer of fat around his solid middle. you can cum so fast just riding his big thigh, hell--you can cum by yourself just looking at him. he's so hot to you, so handsome, even if he doesn't take his mask off or any of his clothes, because you love him so much, and his eyes are sometimes all you need to feel enough. and fuck if that isn't the biggest ego boost, seeing his girl's pussy creaming just by fixating on the flex of his big hand.

his confidence is so puffed whenever he's around you. he gets goosebumps whenever your eyes are on him. even now, it's been years with you, and you still make him feel like the hottest guy in the room with the way your eyes look him up and down.

you're his perfect girl. his best prize. he doesn't understand how he ever got you, how he ever reeled you in, but there isn't a day that goes by that he doesn't understand how undeserving he is of you and how incredibly lucky he is. it makes him selfish. he has you, and he can't lose you, so fuck how he has to keep you, cause he will. and he thinks you like that, too.

he thinks you like the way he fondles you under your skirt in a crowded place. he thinks you like the way he fucks, deep thrusts as he grips your face and murmurs mine, mine, mine between low groans and fingerprint bruises. he thinks you like the way he hovers, glaring at anyone that looks your way and devouring you in a grocery store parking lot because the cashier at the till looked at your legs for just a second too long, and need ta remind ya who ya belong to, pet.

you were wet anyways, he had worn short sleeves that day, and your eyes hadn't left his tattoo sleeve since he came out of the shower. so wet, ruining those panties, his favorite little black pair with the skull print pattern along the band.

dripping, creamy, pulsing little cunt that is all his. hadn't so much as even touched you yet, and here you are, drooling so sweet. he just didn't want to waste the meal.

[salsakiyoomi]

“i should leave.”

“stay.” sukuna grunts, his arm tightening around you.

it was another hot night of intimacy with your king, as a part of his harem, your duty was to satisfy him when needed, and that's exactly what happened tonight.

“but my lord —” you begin to protest, your mind not quite wrapping around the idea of staying the night in his chambers, after all, he didn't like waking up to a concubine next to him.

“i said stay.” he says, his voice rough as he pulls you closer against his bare chest.

you can’t help but feel heat spread at your cheeks. unsure of what to do next, you simply lay in his arms, trying to brush off the thought of what this could mean — he never liked sharing his bed and now he was asking you to stay the night? that won't settle well with the other concubines, they were already jealous of you as it is.

after all, ever since you came, sukuna has been paying extra attention to you, spending more time and more heated nights with your company.

he can't help it really, and he hates it — the chokehold you have on him was almost unbearable for the king of curses.

and yet, he couldn't find it in himself to push you away.

you were like an addicting drug — all took was one night and sukuna was hooked, everything about you was intoxicating.

from the curves of your body to the taste of your lips against his to the addicting perfume you always wore, he couldn't get enough.

and asking you to stay was definitely evidence of that.

his fingers trace the outline of your body and you shiver at the touch, which makes sukuna let out a little chuckle.

“just admiring you.” he mutters and you try not to gasp — had he had too much to drink again?

“don't leave.” he says after a while and it takes you a moment before you nod, “i won't.”

and the king of curses practically purrs,

“good.”

[ghostsprincess]

I can't stop thinking about Ghost being a better boyfriend than your ex, even without establishing that title....

This is a continuation of part one.

warning: mention domestic abuse

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Simon was there every night you worked. You never gave him your schedule, but he'd show up and settle onto one of the stools like clockwork. Soap often joined him, and while they carried on like always, you knew Simon's gaze lingered on your body. You could practically feel the weight as you took drink orders and pulled pints. It wasn't unwelcome. In fact, it made everything easier knowing you weren't alone if your ex dared show his face.

When your shifts ended, Simon would walk you back to your new place. The one time you insisted he didn't need to do that, he grunted and said, "What if I want to?"

You didn't mention it again. Instead you got into a routine of giving him a fifteen minute warning when your shift was going to end, and you'd head out into the cold night with him at your side. He was mostly quiet while you chatted about whatever was on your mind. When you'd ask him about himself, he'd reroute the conversation back to you. Then he would wait while you unlocked your door and stepped inside.

You always had the urge to invite him in, but you were taking up so much of his time already. And what would you do with him anyway? This hulking military man with kind eyes? 

You thanked him and gave him a little wave before ducking inside, and you knew he always waited until he heard the sound of your door locking before he left. 

"Y' alright, love?" he asked one night when you were starting to feel particularly good about yourself again. Your split lip had healed which required less makeup. You felt stronger for having left your ex in the dust. You were wearing a new top that made you feel sexy.

"Yeah. I'm alright, Simon. I feel really good, actually."

You served him a drink and refused to let him pay. You really ought to make him stop tipping you at this rate. He was doing so much for you and getting nothing in return. He was doing all of the boyfriend duties just as he had promised, but he never so much as touched you other than the occasional hand hold.

What if you wanted more?

He broke into your thoughts as he said, "I can tell. Ya' been smiling more. Almost ready to go?"

Tonight you felt like you were floating along the dirty sidewalk with your hand tucked in Simon's massive paw. He was keeping you warm without doing anything, and he listened to your nervous rambling as you tried your best to work up your courage. But the two of you reached your front door all too quickly.

"Get inside," he said, voice deep and tender in spite of the command. "An' lock up."

When he started to pull his hand away, you didn't let him. And you didn't budge when one of his eyebrows inched higher. "Not quite yet," you whispered, toe tapping the cement step you were standing on which put you slightly closer to him in height. "I have to tell you something."

Simon's lips pressed together in a tight line, and his chin dipped in a slight nod. "I need to tell ya' something, too. Just don't want to."

"What?" you asked immediately, the lightness you'd been feeling instantly replaced with a lead brick inside you.

"I'm leaving. Late tomorrow night. Not until after I make sure ya' get home from the pub."

"Leaving?" you whispered, heart pounding faster. He was in the military. Some sort of special mission involvement. You knew that much. And you could read between the lines to know that someone who looked and behaved like he did was probably about to risk his life, not for the first time. "Simon, where are you going?" you asked with tears in your eyes even though you figured he wouldn't be able to tell you.

Simon shook his head, his lips curling into a soft smile. It was a rare sight, and it made you dizzy. "Pretty little thing like you shouldn't be worried 'bout me." You wanted to tell him you would be. You'd worry nonstop until you saw him again. You'd come to rely on him, but mostly you liked how you felt when he was around. "There'll be someone to walk ya' home from work every night. I can promise that."

You wanted to lean in and kiss him, but instead you threw your arms around his neck. He was so solid and warm, and the scrape of his facial hair on your cheek was somehow comforting. "But I'll see you tomorrow, right?" you asked, voice breaking on a sob.

"I'll see ya' tomorrow, love."

He didn't move an inch as you extracted yourself, and the sound of his receding footsteps could only be heard once you'd locked yourself inside.

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Part three